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The finest technology in the wrong hands Would bury all life in the dry desert sands And how did my rhymes that the networks despise Get stolen and broadcast in front of your eyes? I remind you again for the hundredth time Why do you each day forget this foul crime? Is your brain irresponsibly being programmed? The path to its memory seems to be jammed They proved that they're ruthless in selling a lie They won't admit fault and would sooner you die Eagerly they test the reach of their power Drawing you under their transmitter tower So much for scientific advance Greedy humanity hasn't a chance Do not forget to forget you're controlled Like a good little robot that blinks what its told |
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| © 2007, 2014. Poetry by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
The Mind Ray
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